The weather is still dreary and I am in Red Hook for the last time, getting the very last of my things and taking advantage of the internet. Last night, I saw Mount Sims and a few other acts at the Knitting Factory with Sterling. I got really sloshed, danced my heart out, and fell in love with Mount Sims who thinks he is a young Prince, circa Purple Rain era. Dancing wise. Needless to say, I was in love and a little out of control. The fake dollars that his dancer gave to me were stuffed into Mount Sims pants, and oh, I love dancing. I love music. The rock and the roll.

On the walk to this loft, I saw a big mural with all these loving scenes in it, and scrawled over it all in big letters, "Everybody holds a world." And I am going to make the one in my hand so beautiful you'll fucking cream your pants with joy at the sight of it.